These little boxes we live in,
houses, cars and work.
Frustrating isn’t it.
Lives so mundane,
lives so plain.
Houses, cars and work.
Daily repetition.
Treadmills we live in.
Houses, cars and work,
houses cars and work…
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Author:
James Michael (Pseudonym) (
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